...Is this Central? How the hell did we go from Xing to Central in-

Fu? Oi, where'd you run off to? Fu!

Shit.

((Long story short, this is an AU!greed from... roughly 15ish years after the end of the series. Yeeeaaaah. As always, this is Jami's fault.))

[It's daytime, and there's a particular Fletcher wandering around in complete and utter awe. He looks like he hasn't seen the sun in thirty-some years (probably because he hasn't). In addition, his skin is glittering like diamond dust or wtfever. One might even say... he's sparkling.]

[Fletcher is wandering back to Casa de Tringham well before his and Russel's newly-established curfew, but it's still dark out because hey, it's January. He's walking pretty quickly, but will probably stop and talk with anyone who shows up.]

((Post is open, but the thread with xneckromancerx will probably be closed.))

[It is nighttime. Ling is sitting in a crouch on the edge of a low roof.]

The winds have shifted.

Looks like a lot of people have come and gone. My kind has gotten disturbingly quiet. I wonder why.[Hi everyone! For the newer members: Vampire AU! Ling. In his twenties and travels with a vampire version of the blond trio as well. He's also like ( Read more... )

[Fletcher is prowling the streets after dark. At some point, he got separated from Russel, and now he's stumbling around in a hunger-induced daze.

He will attack anyone and everyone -- who isn't a vampire -- who approaches him. Consider this your warning.]

....

Al! Mate! Get up! Somethin' funny's goin' on.

[Shaking his buddy out of bed. Ling happens to be sporting some nice fluffy black ears.]

..............

A-are there, um...

Any vampires around that could...maybe give me some advice?

...this stuff doesn't taste very good, actually.

[Is sipping some of nearerthesun's artificial blood in a to-go cup through a straw. Yes, that means this post is at night. :D]

Can something happen already? I'm getting tired of all the same old faces - people, whatever. One massive wipeout.  Like, another Black Plague or something. Is it too much to ask for?

...

...yeah, I thought so.

[Dumdeedumdeedum skipping through Central at this time of night. He has a grin plastered upon his face and blood on his hands, singing a strange tune]

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves..Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves..And the mome raths outgrabe